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Shakespeare's Sonnets

Sonnet 98

98

From you have I been absent in the spring,

When proud-pied April (dress’d in all his trim)

Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,

That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leapt with him.

Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell

Of different flowers in odor and in hue,

Could make me any summer’s story tell,

Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew;

Nor did I wonder at the lily’s white,

Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose,

They were but sweet, but figures of delight,

Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.

Yet seem’d it winter still, and, you away,

As with your shadow I with these did play.

 

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